#social emotional

[andersonfam777]

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#social emotional

[doll-1985]

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#social emotional

[birddogoriginal]

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#social emotional

[gamutschool]

The Importance of Rigorous Academics and Social Emotional Learning in Special Education: Insights from The Gamut School in NYC

In the bustling metropolis of New York City, where educational institutions are as diverse as the population itself, The Gamut School stands out as a beacon for specialized education. This unique institution not only emphasizes rigorous academics but also integrates a strong focus on social emotional learning, catering to students with special needs. This combination ensures that students are not just academically prepared but also emotionally equipped to face the challenges of the world.

Rigorous Academics in NYC's Special Needs Education

The Gamut School, situated in the heart of New York City, is renowned for its rigorous academic programs tailored specifically for students with special needs. The curriculum is designed to challenge students intellectually and help them reach their full academic potential. In a city that never sleeps, the demands of maintaining high educational standards are well met by the school’s commitment to providing a comprehensive learning environment. This approach helps in preparing students for higher education and future employment, which is a crucial aspect of educational success in today’s competitive world.

The term "rigorous academics" often brings to mind a strict curriculum focusing heavily on core subjects such as mathematics, science, and language arts. At The Gamut School, this rigor is not compromised. Instead, it is adapted to meet the varied learning needs of its students, incorporating advanced technology and innovative teaching methodologies. This ensures that each student can thrive academically at their own pace, in a way that respects their individual learning challenges.

Social Emotional Learning: A Cornerstone at The Gamut School

Alongside academic rigor, The Gamut School places a significant emphasis on social emotional learning (SEL). In the complex landscape of NYC, with its diverse social dynamics, SEL is critical. The school’s programs are designed to address and integrate the social and emotional development of students, which is particularly important for those with special educational needs. These programs focus on building essential skills such as empathy, self-regulation, and social interaction.

Social emotional challenges are prevalent in all schools but are especially significant in special education contexts where students may struggle with various emotional and behavioral issues. By integrating SEL into the daily curriculum, The Gamut School helps students navigate these challenges more effectively. The school’s SEL initiatives are tailored to empower students, helping them develop a stronger sense of self, foster resilience, and build positive relationships both inside and outside the classroom.

Special Education and Social Emotional Learning Programs in NYC

New York City offers a variety of social emotional learning programs, but The Gamut School’s approach is unique in how it integrates these programs within the framework of special education. The targeted SEL programs are designed not just for the sake of inclusion but to enhance the overall educational experience for students with special needs. These initiatives are critical in a city as diverse and challenging as NYC, offering students the tools they need to succeed both personally and academically.

Moreover, the city's landscape provides an excellent backdrop for experiential learning, with numerous cultural and educational resources that can be integrated into the school’s programs. This external engagement helps in reinforcing the social emotional skills taught in the classroom, making learning a continuous and interactive process.

Preparing for the Future

The ultimate goal of combining rigorous academics with social emotional learning at The Gamut School is to prepare students comprehensively for the future. This preparation is not limited to academic success but includes equipping students with the necessary social skills to thrive in a rapidly evolving society. The focus on both these aspects in special education is what makes The Gamut School a pioneering institution in New York City.

In conclusion, The Gamut School’s commitment to maintaining rigorous academic standards while focusing on comprehensive social emotional development sets it apart in the landscape of special education schools in NYC. It exemplifies how educational institutions can effectively serve students with special needs by addressing both their intellectual and emotional growth. As we move forward, the integration of these two crucial elements will continue to play a pivotal role in shaping the future of special education, making it more inclusive, effective, and holistic. This approach not only benefits the students of The Gamut School but also serves as a model for other institutions aiming to enhance their educational methodologies in similar settings.

#Social Emotional

[the-geeky-fangirl]

heartstopper isn't cringe it's just sincere and you guys are weak as fuck

#oh no an emotion without any irony whatsoever how will i survive #that's what i hear anytime i see someone call heartstopper cringe #which keeps happening for some reason #what part of me makes social media algorithms think i will enjoy seeing that instead of blowing up in frustration #heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #nick and charlie #tao xu #elle argent #tara jones #darcy olsson #tara and darcy #tao and elle #issac henderson #alice oseman #kit connor #joe locke

[forest-illusions]

#tired #emotional #emotions #feelings #heartache #emo #quotes #high anxiety #social anxiety #overthinking

[knifearo]

this year my challenge for everyone is to unlearn the association between love and morality. love is not something that is inherently morally good, and the absence of love is not something that is inherently bad. sex without love isn't morally bankrupt, it's just an action. people without love aren't less kind or less good, they're just people. when we can get past this false (and often unnoticed) dichotomy of good love/evil lovelessness then i think we are going to be able to take leaps and bounds in sex positivity, aro advocacy, certain discussions of mental health...

#and also. not the direct focus. but love doesn't make things good. you can be in love and do terrible terrible things. #people do bad things in the name of love and in despite of love all the time. #but!! imagine a world where people could exist as people and not be demonized. #sex positivity means being cool about All sex. reexamine your internal systems of moral judgement. #this goes for sex workers. for aroallo people. especially aroallo men. for aro people in general who might enjoy sex. #and frankly i think it can easily bleed into discussions about mental health disorders around 'not feeling' certain things #especially demonizing ppl who don't feel as much empathy. i think there's definitely a correlation between that and the emphasis on love. #our support needs to go out to Everybody and i think these things are all structured together in one way or another!! #it might not be immediately obvious but when i tell you it all leads back to amatonormativity..... little bit wild.... large bit wild.... #anyway. horror movie psychopath 'oh he can't feel emotions or love' damn alright. well. let's take a closer look at that. #silly that there's an association between lack of love and Murdering. feel like that might affect some stuff. #love is just an emotion/a feeling it doesn't mean anything about you one way or another #same with empathy. you can feel it all you want but it doesn't inherently change the actions you choose to take #anyway. thesis statement. there is a socially constructed link between love and morality. unlearn that. #kiss kiss (<— lovelessly) #aromantic #aromanticism #arospec #talking #aroace #aspec #sex positivity

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Anger Rumination

Autistic Qualia

#autism #actually autistic #autism awareness month #autism acceptence month #autism and anger #anger rumination #deppresion #social anxiety #emotional dysregulation #disruptive behaviors #RRBs in autistic individuals #restrictive and restrictive and repetitive behaviors #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actually neurodivergent #feel free to share/reblog #Autistic Qualia (Facebook)

[thepeacefulgarden]

#rejection sensitive dysphoria #rejection sensitivity #social anxiety #masking #neurodivergent #emotional labor #mindfulness #affirmations #communication #interpersonal #relationships #self compassion #codependency #boundaries #people pleasing #fawning #perfectionism #coping skills #coping

[andersonfam777]

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[spacedace]

Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help

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Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.

The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.

Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.

The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.

That social worker.

“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.

“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”

He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”

“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”

Nightingale frowned a little at that.

“Is that what people are saying?”

“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”

“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”

“You wanted to work here.”

“Yes.”

“Bullshit.”

Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.

She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?

Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.

“I’m serious.” She assured, blue-green eyes meeting the dark stare of his helmet without a moment of hesitation. He watched as she brushed a lock of her bright red hair behind her ear and out of the way. She’d woven it all into a practical, neat braid but a few sly pieces had snuck out to bounce around her. Gilding her quiet professionalism with a playful charm that worked well with her academia but make it cottagecore kindergarten teacher aesthetic.

“I’ll admit, Gotham wasn’t part of my plan when I first graduated. Time and choices take you funny places sometimes.” She plucked an invisible bit of lint off her soft blue cardigan, not nervous but absent as her gaze went distant for a moment. Thinking back on the events that had led her to his fine city. In a blink, those sharp eyes were back to focusing entirely on him. “But Gotham is where I am now, and I want to help.”

She looked at him, a serious, determined expression settling easily on her face. “The city as a whole has so much chaos and crime breaking out all the time.” No censure or horror in her voice, just a neutral fact to be observed. “But where the rest of the city has millions of dollars poured into it by various foundations or charities run by the Waynes, Park Row is largely ignored.”

Jason watched as steeliness sharpened her gaze, the blue-green shifting from the shine of a bird’s wing to the warning hue of something poisonous and deadly. “No one deserves that. No one.” Her chin tilted up, proud but not imperious. “So yes, I want to work here. There are people in Park Row and the Bowery who need help and I refuse to let any of them feel like they are going to be ignored.”

Jason considered her.

Really looked at her. Pealing back his initial off handed impression of her as some clueless transplant in over her head with no idea of what she was doing or what she was poking her nose into to find the real woman beneath. Her confident poise, her clear unshakable belief, her unflinching willingness to look danger in the eye and not blink. The tense curve of her frown, the lines of pain at the corners of her eyes, the simmering anger beneath it all. There was an edge to her, too. Something sharp and dangerously well hidden by the cardigan and folksy charm of her accent.

It was personal for the woman before him, Jason realized. Maybe not Crime Alley specifically, but something about the whole situation. The treatment the neighborhood and its residents received from the city at large, from those even beyond it.

Crime Alley wasn’t a place that received much in the way of charitable thought. The average joe with their house in Somerset and job at some corporate shithole hating every second of their life but thinking at least I don’t live in Crime Alley. Those asshole hoity-toites in city hall throwing money around equally between shit that’d get them re-elected and their off-shore slush funds in the Caymens doing their damn level best to pretend the black mark on the other end of the city just didn’t exist. Bruce, flooding the entire city with charitable programs and carefully constructed infrastructures shying away from the manifested grief and trauma that was the place he watched his parents get murdered.

For the most part no one from outside of the Alley gave a shit about the Alley other than as a place to avoid at all costs. And most of the time those natives that manages to claw their way out into better and brighter lives didn’t ever turn to glance back. Orpheus could have learned a thing or to from an ex-Alley Kid who managed to eek out a steady 9-to-5 and move to Burnley.

And something about that seemed to piss Dr. Jasmine Nightingale Psy. D right the fuck off.

He could see why Bill said he liked her enough to let her in.

“Alright.” He said, tilting his head, watching the woman seated across from him carefully, “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Why you’re trying to get on my payroll.”

“I’m not trying to get on your payroll.” She said, some of the glinting edge softening, but the steel remaining. Strong and unyielding. “I’m trying to get into your community outreach program.”

Jason thanked god and all the saints once again for the gift of his helmet. That baby had saved his ass more times than he could count both by keeping his head in one piece and keeping his stupefied expressions wrapped up and hidden from view. Dr. Nightingale was one hell of a woman to make him have to rely on that fact twice in one conversation.

“Wasn’t aware that was something I had.”

Nightingale, not fortunate enough to have a full face covering helmet of her own, had nothing to hide her stupefied expression behind. Jason had a feeling she might have removed it to make sure he saw even if she did though. She looked like she had caught him eating glue like it was a cheese stick.

“Yes you do.” She said, sounding deeply confused but unshakable confident in what she was saying. “I’ve seen it. The soup kitchens, the shelters, the collection boxes for donating old clothes, the after school day care.” Nightingale ticked off on her fingers, “I’ve lived here for less than two weeks and I’ve lost count of all the things I’ve seen setup to help people struggling in the area that I’ve been very reliably informed you and your organization are behind.”

Oh.

Those.

“Those aren’t part of some community outreach program.” He said, “We are simply locals offering services for our neighbors.”

He watched as her caught-him-eating-glue expression shifted into one that said she’d stumbled upon him licking electrical sockets for a mid-day pick-me-up instead. He had to give it to her, the woman was not afraid to let one of the most dangerous men in the city know she thought he was a fucking idiot.

“Let me see if I understand this right.” She said, and he appreciated that there wasn’t any kind of condescension in her voice, even though she very clearly thought he’d been dropped on his head as a baby. Possibly from the top of a three story building. “You have a large group of people working together to plan, organize and execute multiple services in your area - your community, if you will - that provide aid and support to those that otherwise would not receive it. Reaching out with your available time and resources to offer these services, that you provide. For free.”

Alright, Jason got it. He had stumbled ass backwards into creating a community outreach program. But he wasn’t just going to let her think she won this one. He was Red Hood, he had a reputation to uphold here.

“What makes you think any of that is free?” He tilted his head at just the right angle, the one that cast shadows across the planes of his helmet and made him look hell-touched and terrifying. “Just because we don’t charge money, doesn’t mean there isn’t a price to pay.”

Dr. Nightingale, dressed like a damn kindergarten teacher, laughed at him.

#dpxdc #jazz fen #jason todd #social worker jazz #social worker jazz fenton #anger management ship #anger management #pre anger management #jason todd x jazz fenton #i don't know why i keep writing scenes where Jazz writes resumes to apply to work for crime bosses but it just feels right in my soul okay #the real reason Jason wears a full face helmet is so people can't tell when he utterly fails to hide his emotions about something #the idea of social worker jazz working in crime alley has completely consumed me mind body and soul

[mecachrome]

That's a brave thing to say in a McLaren interview, isn't it?

#oscar piastri #* #finally a video version 🙏 even if it's 720p ig upload with annoyingly positioned subtitles and a huge logo #unrelated the amount of WANK this clip managed to inspire across various corners of social media bewildered me so much #like these are literally his emotional support media day brits it's fine 😭

[reitziluz]

i've always enjoyed the way tsubomi is portrayed. she's not really part of the story and we don't know much about her outside of her being the target of mob's feelings and in a way a symbol or symbolic goal for his character arc - but that's the point! the point is that that's a shitty thing in a story and also in real life to do to another person!

she has a very strong feeling of having her own thing going on. she's not the love interest in a shounen series, she's a middle schooler with her own life and troubles. there's kind of a meta level to it too, how we as the audience are not entitled to find out every detail of her life, right? i like how understated her portrayal is while also being consistent with the things that we actually see of her true self are. truly, she's a strong person who knows what she's about.

specifically the conveyor belt of confessions and her justified annoyance at having to deal with the emotions of all these people that have cast her into the role of their love interest is just *chefs kiss* perfect and a mood

#mp100 spoilers #spoilers #honestly vibing the whole like #i don't even know you. you don't even know me #and having to manage other's emotions or risk social repercussions #this is some very sloppy analysis because i'm still in a food coma fgsdfgfds #special mention to the oh are you sure you want me to answer your question vibe in the first img #perfection

[tapakah0]

#*giggle* #hello Universe #I think I accidentally burned out the side of me that consumes content #can't read something or watch properly but some things are still okay like your og comic so I think I might get back soon only to your main #and answering some people and socials are stressing me out a little bit lately pffht #but always happy to see you and know that you're okay *giggle* #excuse my quiet stare and company #I'm trying my best to recover properly since there are plenty of things I want to do #...you know you can stay here to recharge #Have the sweetest night and a lot of inspiration moon #.....I think I also accidentally burned out the emotional side of me I really mean it that I'm happy to see you......

[edorazzi]

Page 3 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix adjusts to life in Paris and grows up to be a perfectly normal, emotionally healthy teenager! 😬

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#miraculous ladybug #mentor au #richard sphinx #felix sphinx #A Matter of Trust #felix is a perfectly stable; well developed; socially confident teenager #HAHAHA just kidding he's a ball of stunted emotions and unprocessed trauma #which is his difference from adrien; he's always looking for ways to escape from his isolated life but felix grew into it ;-; #josie's art

[positivelyadhd]

i have been reading through the diary I kept from ages 14-17 and realising how helpful it can be to keep a record of how you're feeling at different moments.

not only is it helpful to write down and process how your feeling and give yourself time to truly think about it, it's nice to have something to look back on. to not just remember how you felt about a certain situation but to actually have yourself from that time tell you.

and also, from an adhd perspective, it's really lovely to have reminders of things I'd almost entirely forgotten. it's easy to think that your life right now isn't interesting, but in 5 years time? to know what songs you were listening to or book you were reading or even that Thing that you were so worried about but now you can't even remember the details. it's nice to have a physical reminder that time passes and things really can get better.

#i think part of whats makes it so special to me is that (like it is for a lot of people) those ages where so *much* #and i was so stuck in my head and socially anxious and i feel like those years of school rly shaped who i am now ect #but id kind of forgotten? its become a blur emotions over time and its nice to see it clearer #but also how i changed? and to read into it and see what i did or didn't write #im also a big fan of the inner child and doing things for your younger self and its a lovely gift to have her speaking to me directly #also if you want to journal i highly recommend doing it in a normal notebook rather than a pre planned one #it gives you the freedom for it to be whatever you want with none of the pressure #recovery #tips